Chapter 121 - A Bad Guy (1/2)

Berwick struggled but it wasn't helpful when a cop dragged him upstairs without responding to any question. When he entered a room, he saw a cleaner leave the room with a bucket of red-colored water. The air in the room still had the foul smell of the blood that panicked Berwick.

”Who are you all? Why did you bring me here?” He yelled at them in fear. He was first locked up in the ship, now he was forced to change the uniform, then he was separated from the group and brought here where there was a smell of blood.

How could he stay calm?

Anya turned around at the voice by dropping her hand down that was holding the binoculars. Berwick was staggered at his sight.

”Officer Owen!?” The cop asked what to do with the screaming man.

Anya pointed to the same chair where the tortured sniper was sitting before.

'Officer!?' Berwick's eyes widened in disbelief. His other two teammates were right. She and the man with her were suspicious. He felt like a fool for not believing them. But it was too late.

The cops who stuffed the man on the chair noticed Berwick pretending to be calm. They still didn't know what this man's role was. Wasn't he just a junior security person on the ship?

Anya sat down with a sigh. It wasn't a sigh of tiredness; rather, she brushed her nose and asked the man in front of her. ”Vice-Captain, don't you think the smell of the blood is awful?” Her method of interrogation had changed due to a different situation.

Berwick swallowed hard and tried to be calm. He didn't want to show himself as guilty, ”Who are you?” She was not a Collins.

Anya didn't respond and picked the pen that she had used for stabbing. ”You know, just a few minutes before, I stabbed a man six times. He was sitting right on the chair you are sitting on.”

Berwick stood up in fluster but the cop behind him pressed him back to the chair. A cold sweat bead rolled down his forehead when he stared at Anya, ”W-what do you w-want?” He stammered.

Anya faintly shrugged, ”Would you like to go for the same method? Or shall we talk like civilized people?” She placed the pen on the desk, ”The choice is yours.” She stated simply as if she was asking him to choose one color out of two.

Anya wasn't directly torturing him because Berwick will be under interrogation from that moment on. If he confesses soon, he could have a peaceful time in the police station until they complete the investigation.

Berwick looked at the pen and the woman. Her look might be the same as he had seen her on the PSR but her approach was quite opposite. It would be a lie if he says he wasn't frightened by looking into her icy gaze.

He didn't want to get tortured. However he clenched his fist and stuttered while trying to hide his fear, ”I-I choose to be s-silent. I-I need to s-see my lawyer.” He had common sense. Importantly, both the choices she offered will make his life a nightmare.

The cops behind Berwick frowned. They understood the man had done something illegal. Or else, why would he have said as a lawyer instead of talking with her when she was being nice?

They were thinking what Anya might do when they heard her chuckle in amusement but her face turned cold as an iceberg. ”Vice-Captain… You didn't choose to be silent. You chose hell. Who told you this is a simple case that you could use your lawyer?” She snickered. The news of Berwick under interrogation won't be leaked so even if lawyers go to the police station, they won't get to see anybody.

Anya hadn't expected the case to resolve quickly so she wasn't disappointed. Nevertheless, if Berwick had confessed, She could have trapped Harper easily like a bug.

”Dump him in the darkroom. No water, no food without my permission.” She instructed the cops and stood up from the chair.

The cops shook their heads in resignation. She was just making it sound scary whereas that room was just an emptied storeroom without a window. They didn't know darkness could haunt people.

”Yes, Officer Owen.” They dragged Berwick out of the room.

Berwick tried to understand what she tried to say. Other than knowing he was in deep trouble, he knew nothing else.

Berwick was pushed into a room and the door was shut immediately. He stumbled inside. Balancing on his feet, he looked around. There was no hint of light. It was completely dark, however, he wasn't scared… Yet. When they pushed him inside, he had seen it was a vacant room so he was able to hold his nerves. He slowly reached the wall and sat down on the floor.

He pondered how much Anya might know about the things he was doing on the ship. He hadn't offended her so why did she bring him there? What did she get to know? He continued to think hard.

…..

Anya, who took the printout, handed it to the officers when they entered, ”I need these two. They will be with the guests.” She was turning around but added, ”Also bring ship security officer Stefan and the captain.”

She initially didn't want to speak with Stefan as he could inform her identity to Alvin. But on second thought, Alvin probably already knows she was some kind of officer. Hence she didn't let anything affect her investigation process.

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